First VersePrivate Perks is a funny little codgerWith a smile a funny smile.Five feet none, he's and artful little dodgerWith a smile a funny smile.Flush or broke he'll have his little joke,He can't be suppress'd.All the other fellows have to grinWhen he gets this off his chest, Hi!

Chorus

(sung twice after each verse)Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,And smile, smile, smile,While you've a lucifer to light your fag,Smile, boys, that's the style.What's the use of worrying?It never was worth while, soPack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,And smile, smile, smile.

Second VersePrivate Perks went a-marching into FlandersWith his smile his funny smile.He was lov'd by the privates and commandersFor his smile his funny smile.When a throng of Bosches came alongWith a mighty swing,Perks yell'd out, "This little bunch is mine!Keep your heads down, boys and sing, Hi!

Third VersePrivate Perks he came back from Bosche-shootingWith his smile his funny smile.Round his home he then set about recruitingWith his smile his funny smile.He told all his pals, the short, the tall,What a time he'd had;And as each enlisted like a manPrivate Perks said 'Now my lad,' Hi!